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As children we are taught God was the big man in the sky

He who watches over, tall and overbearing

Thorns stapled to his head and bleeding, he was resurrected for us

In the late summer evenings, before the sun has set, gravestones cast long shadows in the cemetery by my house. 

You drove me home that day, January's cold bitter sky above us. You had driven me home before, but that day felt different than all the other days.